Page 102 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
I shot him a grin. “Yeah, me too.”
He folded up his gear and put it in the pixie gear bin, then turned to me. “You know… we could always shower together. If you wanted.”
I bit my lip, not looking at him as I packed my gear into the correct bin as well, trying to give myself time to think of a response. Showering with him was something we hadn’t done yet, not for a lack of trying on Winter’s part.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. The thought of water running down his naked body was dream-worthy. But… but that meantIwould be naked too. And while Win had seen me, I’d always had a blanket or something else close by or draped over part of my body like a shield.
I knew I didn’t need one with him. His null-ness made sure of that.
But being that vulnerable, not being able to pull something over my body, not having something to protect my skin, felt… like too much. It made me anxious.
More than anxious, if I was being honest.
In fact, I was a sweating mess at the moment just thinking about it. And I’d already been sweaty, but now I was having nervous sweat, which was so, so, so gross. Nervous sweat was going to stink, which meant Win would smell me, and thinking about that made me sweat even more.
Oh my god. I needed to get it together.
There was no reason to be this nervous.
Not about the stupid sweat, and not about the shower.
But uugggghhhhhhh.
I couldn’t seem to get over myself about the shower.
I wanted to, I really freaking wanted to, but I wasn’t sure I could.
Not only would I be completely vulnerable with my empath magic, I’d also be completely naked. In front of Winter.
Naked.
In the bathroom.
Where the light was bright.
Not in a bedroom with the lights off and a blanket covering half of me.
Did I really want Win to see me?Allof me?
“Hey,” Winter said softly, coming to stand beside me.
He started rubbing my back, and all I could think wasoh shit, you’re gonna smell me.
“It’s okay, lovey. We don’t have to if you don’t want to, okay? I don’t want to pressure you, and I really don’t want you doing anything you’re not a hundred percent comfortable with. I meant it as something fun to do together, but it would only be fun if you actually wanted to. So let’s just forget about it, okay?” He kissed my temple.
Oh god, he can definitely smell me.
I turned to look at him, and I knew my face was a grimace. “It’s not that I don’t want to… it’s just…” I trailed off, unsure of how to explain it without sounding like I didn’t trust him. Because I did.
I just wasn’t sure I trusted myself not to freak out on him if we were in the shower together.
“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain. If showering together isn’t your thing, then we won’t do it. Simple as that.” He leaned in to kiss my cheek. “I promise it’s fine.”
“You’re not mad?”
He shook his head, his brow furrowed. “Of course not. Like I said, it’s no big deal if you don’t want to. There are plenty of other things we can do.” He winked at me, offered a grin, and kissed my cheek again.
“You sure?”
